Milky

Part. 83

Early in the morning, the baby blows gently, gently touching the skin. The door of the house opened, letting the sunshine in to say hello. Inside, the four people were still sitting opposite.

The young man did not want to raise his face. It is gamang in deep submission. The previous old man's words continued to burrow in the ears. Not just because of one person's fault, then everyone becomes a victim.

Razka was still waiting after exposing what was happening in her heart. Occasionally his almost wrinkled hands rubbed the eyes that felt inundated with water. His old eyes could not help but look at a similar face in front. Implied a sense of pride because he has a high sense of empathy and knows the return of gratitude.

The two girls also sobbed to hear the father's short story of how the firstborn's struggle in convincing their hearts that the missing child was alive and well.

"Sister!" The sound of Bima calling made Ayra's head lift. Look at the two meeting, just a few seconds. Longs emanated from their beads, brightly shining inviting the song of shahdu of the yearners.

Bima smiled faintly even though water fell from one of her eyes. Ayra bit the flesh within her lips, resisting the turmoil of wanting to embrace that body. Bima glanced at the other girl who was quietly bowed, only her two shoulders seemed to be shaken up and down.

Highlight his eyes back on the beautiful bead of the Aisyah's incarnation. He shook his head, a drop of water falling back from the rest of his eyes. He rubbed it while throwing away his eyes.

"thank you. Thank you for not thinking I'm dead. Thank you for having such high confidence that the baby that plunged into the abyss is still alive. Thank you for your prayers and faith, I have been fine for twenty years. I don't know if no one prays for me and everyone thinks I'm dead, maybe I can't enjoy life for twenty years." Bima sobbed, he bowed while folding his lips firmly.

The face looked up, back to hit the brother's bead with his eyes reddened.

"How can you think of yourself as dead, while your heartbeat lives on inside" Ayra said as she placed her palm on her left chest. His lips covered the smile, but the tears from the eyes kept on breaking down.

Bima inched closer to him. He hugged the girl tightly, what if no one prayed for her to stay alive? It was possible that his fate would change just as many people had said.

"I owe it to my brother." Bima buried her face on Ayra's shoulders, smelled her deeply, inhaling the fresh scent of the flower perfume that Ayra had applied to her hijab.

"No need, baby. You're my sister, you don't owe anything to Brother Baim" Ayra said.

Razka swept away the tears in her eyes, moved to see the sincerity of the love Ayra gave her son even though they were born from a different womb. He pulled Nasya's body, and hugged his youngest daughter.

Behind a wall that limited their space, two elderly people were swept away. They hugged, Tina even cried with a face that burned on her husband's chest. The conversation of the four people, made him realize. Neither Bima nor Razka would ever let them live alone in twilight.

"Abrahim!" Razka's voice made Bima release a hug, but Ayra did not allow her to move from the side where she was sitting. He answered the call of his father.

Razka glanced at her youngest daughter who was about to move, she smiled when she saw Nasya who was sitting on the other side of Bima. The two girls attacked the young man between them. Nasha is spoiled because she will be able to feel the affection of an older brother who protects her.

Bima glanced at the two girls, letting them hold her hand. He did not deny that his heart was now blossoming.

"Dad hope you don't hate your mother, son. Your mother just needs to see how much love the two parents who have nurtured you since infancy. Maybe that way, he will understand and we can live as well as everyone wants in the family" Razka said. His gaze begged, asking for Bima's understanding.

"Really, Brother. It may be that the contents of your mind are different from the actual circumstances. Please don't hate Mom. His heart was very fragile and easily used by others. Brother doesn't hate our mother, does he?" Nasya chimed in with a face looking up at the older brother he just knew.

Nasya denounced himself, who wanted Bima more than just Big Brother. Unfortunately, he is his brother.

"I don't hate Mom. How can I hate him, while he who has fought bet his life in bringing me into this world, I'm sorry if you're still adamant that I want to leave Nyak ama Babeh, I haven't been able to meet her. Except, Mother has let me take care of them here," said Bima with a spacious heart.

Razka nodded in agreement, it's okay. It was also a lesson for Aulia to want to coexist with God and Tina. Tina was getting more and more innocent, lucky God held her. The old man also shed tears when he heard Bima's words. The boy really wanted to take care of them, not just the word in the mouth.

"Dad understand," he said.

"Hisya?" reprimand Ayra when the sister reaches for the glass and pours tea into it.

"I'm thirsty, crying doesn't drain my energy? My throat is dry," his mouth sipped tea in a cup with pleasure, "ah! It is good to drink warm tea after the rain. The body that had been cold slowly warmed up" he said, looking at the cup in hand.

The expression on her face is adorable, Bima pinched the cheek of the kingpin of the sister and kissed her. The red hue was uninvited. Ah ... Why does his heart still hope Bima is not his sister. Oh, shite!

Laughter is created in that simple house. Bima called for God and Tina to join and chat together. The two girls enthusiastically asked about how they found Bima. Continued the god who told the story of the intelligent little Bima.

Ayra squinted her eyes as the sleeves of the God's clothes were revealed. The dragon tattoo belonging to the man was exactly the same as the one that he met at Bima's house when in the village first.

"Mmc ... Sir, have we met before?" tanya Ayra is fishing for God's honesty. Everyone was speechless, including Bima who wanted to know the God's answer.

Unexpectedly, the old man rolled up his sleeves. What has been hidden in it. He showed me the dragon tattoo on his hand.

"Is it because you saw this tattoo on my arm? Is that why you feel like we've met?" asked the God while smiling understandably looking at Ayra's surprised reaction.

He stared at the face and the tattoo of the God alternately, recalling the old figure before him.

"A-What is the parking guard?" Terata Ayra asked when she remembered when she was stalking a middle-aged man who arranged a vehicle in the market parking lot while in the village first.

The god commented a smile, there was a bad taste in the heart implied in his old bead. Not bad because he took Bima to the city to avoid meeting with them. There was regret because in the end Bima also met his family.

The thread of destiny is sometimes complicated.

"You're right, son. I'm the parking guard. I'm sorry that I didn't say anything honest to you about Bima. I was just afraid he was going away from me and at that time I was really not ready to lose Bima. Forgive me once again, I am truly sorry," said the God bowed deeply regretting everything that happened.

Razka shook her head to warn Ayra not to discuss the matter in the village first.